In this chapter Beth throws a pity and watches in on a glee club meeting.

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Well, I quit cheerleading. In a dramatic way? Yes. All I intended to do was go in say "I quit", have a bit of pleading from Coach Sylvester, and then walk out. I didn't want to have the whole yelling thing.

Coach Sylvester shouldn't have said that to me. She was in the wrong and she knew it. It seems like everyone in this world is against me.

I went back to the auditorium and went into that booth thing towards the top. It was cool up there; I could see the stage and all the seats.

I rested my head on the balcony wall. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't anymore. I just sat there almost as if I was on a trance. The sick feeling resting in the pit of my stomach wasn't going away either.

You're both selfish and won't stop at anything to get what you want. No matter how many people you hurt along the way!"

Those words kept repeating in my head. Selfish. Coach Sylvester was wrong, I'm not selfish. And I'm pretty sure I haven't hurt anybody, if anything, it's totally the opposite. I thought about Anne. What is she doing now? Did she go back to class, or is she hiding out like I am. I highly doubt the second answer. Anne has no reason to be sad; she's not the one who was lied to for her whole life. Anne's not the one who was living with someone for three months, not knowing who they really were.

Quinn loved you, Beth.

I thought back to when I was sick. Quinn would bring me things to eat and drink, comfort me after I'd throw up said food and drink, clean up if I didn't make it to the bathroom in time, get my school work, and run to CVS to get medicine for me and stuff. That was nice of her. Back then (which is weird, because it was only like, a few days ago), I didn't know why she cared about me so much. I had wondered why she would care about some random kid. It all made sense. Quinn does love me.

Though I hated to admit it, I now realized Coach Sylvester was right. I take back what I thought earlier. Great, now I felt guilty for yelling at her. That wasn't me, I don't usually yell or get all flustered. Heck, my hands were shaking so much I thought I was going to have a seizure.

Again, I'm not selfish. Didn't I quit Cheerios so I don't do to anyone else what Quinn and mom did to me? Or something like that. I don't want to be Lil' Q but I don't want to be a nobody either. I just want to be Beth. My own person, not daughter of cheerleader Quinn Fabray. Or daughter of Shelby Corcoran, Broadway singer.

I'm not sure whose daughter I actually am, though. I'm not too pleased with Quinn or ….mo – Shelby at the moment.

I knew there were emotions down inside of me that I couldn't access yet. I had to keep digging, and digging until I made sense of what I was actually feeling. Coach Sylvester was right, again. I wasn't telling her everything I was feeling, because I couldn't admit it to myself first.

It was the last period of the day, band. I had originally planned to go to band but there was going to be all sorts of people in the hallways who would see me. Also, I'm not wearing shoes. I decided that I could either leave school now and walk home or wait until everyone else leaves, and then leave inconspicuously. I'll do the second option. Teachers would be sure to be annoyed if I grabbed my backpack and walked out the front doors. However, if I left shortly after everyone else they wouldn't really mind. The only people I would have to watch out for would be the people in after school clubs.

A tear ran down my cheek as I thought about returning home. Mom would come home around seven but Quinn usually there. God, facing Quinn. Looking her into the eyes, trying not to treat her any differently, and pretending that everything was okay. Quinn would be able to tell that everything was NOT okay and then she would come and ask me if everything was okay, and almost crying, I would say yes it was, but Quinn wouldn't believe me. I always felt that Quinn had the ability to read me like a book, while I however, never knew what she was feeling.

I put my head into my hands and let out a shaky sigh. School was almost over, only like five more minutes until the final bell rang. I figured that I would have to wait about ten minutes after the final bell until the majority of people have cleared out, and then run home. In my socks. I was starting to wish that I hadn't thrown them on the floor of Coach Sylvester's office.

Anne would be in band right now. I wonder if hurt her feelings when I ran out of the bathroom. She shouldn't feel sad though. Look at me! My life's a bloody mess. I'm the one who should be sad.

My life's a bloody mess.

I don't know who I am anymore.

"BRRRRIIINNNGG!" The final bell rang. I could hear students piling out of their classrooms, chattering loudly. If this was a normal day, Anne, Mady, and I would be emerging out of band talking, making plans for sleepovers and things like that. Sometimes Brad would come to my locker and invite me to the movies or to his house. Sometimes we would kiss. We've made out a few times. That's probably what Quinn Fabray started with too, and look what it escalated to: Me.

Sorry, little, me.

….

I was about to stand up and go to my locker when I forced to crouch down because people came into the auditorium.

Oh, it's just the glee club, I recognized Nate. He walked with a confidence I'd never seen in him before. He seemed to be pretty popular. Well, in glee club standards.

The glee kids filed in the first couple of rows of seats. Mr. Schuester stood up in front of them.

"Good afternoon. I've reserved the auditorium for this afternoon so we can practice for regionals. Also, I would like to share with you the set list."

He passed out a paper to the students. Some smiled, some gasped, and some were emotionless.

Mr. Schuester returned to the front of the class. "First we'll have a ballad by Nate, and then we'll have two group numbers."

"It's not fair," some girl grumbled, "Nate always gets solos."

"That's because he's the best," Another boy retorted. "Now shut up."

Nate smiled.

"Nate you can practice now, if you want. Everyone, I expect you to be respectful."

"Thanks, Mr. Sheu." Nate said. He walked up onto the stage and smiled. He has a cute smile.

The lights dimmed and the music started up. I recognized the song immediately. It was Be Alright by Justin Bieber.

"Across the ocean, across the sea,

Starting to forget the way you look at me now

Over the mountains, across the sky,

Need to see your face, I need to look in your eyes

Through the storm and through the clouds

Bumps on the road and upside down now

I know it's hard, babe, to sleep at night

Don't you worry

'cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight"

Normally, people would make fun of him for singing Bieber. But he was really good. Like, super good.

"Through the sorrow, and the fights,

Don't you worry

'cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

All alone, in my room

Waiting for your phone call to come soon

And for you, oh, I would walk a thousand miles,

To be in your arms, holding my heart

Oh, I,

Oh, I,

I love you

And everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Through the long nights

And the bright lights

Don't you worry

'cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

You know that I care for you

I'll always be there for you

I promise I will stay right here, yeah

I know that you want me too,

Baby we can make it through anything

'Cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Through the sorrow, and the fights,

Don't you worry

'cause everything's gonna be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Be alright, ai-ai-ai-aight

Through the sorrow, and the fights,

Don't you worry

Everything's gonna be alright"

Seeing Nate singing like this…it was kinda hot, actually. When the song ended everyone started clapping and I burst into a smile. My first smile of the day.

"That was wonderful, Nate" Someone with dark hair called from the audience. There were mummers of agreement.

Mr. Schuester gave Nate a pat on the back as returned to his seat. "Nice job, buddy." He said to Nate, who blushed and looked embarrassed in return. At least I think he looked embarrassed. It was kinda hard to see from up here.

Mr. Schuester stood up again. "Sorry guys, but I'll have to cut this rehearsal short. Our special guest has just arrived! I asked her to come and talk to you guy a few weeks ago. Because, she was one of the first glee members, and a wonderful woman in herself.

Ladies and Gentlemen! Please welcome Quinn Fabray!"

God, curse my luck. How bloody coincidental.